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This is the penultimate chapter. Tomorrow expect to see the NCIS crew show up, or at least some of them.
Fandom: NCIS, Stargate SG1
Characters: Gibbs, Tony, Jack
Rating: TEEN (Gibbs/Tony)
Summary: Tony had never heard of goa'uld or tok'ra or igigi, and he sure as hell didn't know Gibbs had a passenger riding around in his head, but if Gibbs thinks one little alien parasite is going to make him go running, he has another thought coming. He's Gibbs' second, and that means he doesn't give up on his boss.
Ya know, just go read the old chapters on AO3 because coming up with links for every chapter is getting old.
--26--
A week in the same room, and Tony was ready to climb the walls. Not even sex could keep him happy. Samas was showing up more, and he was just as quick to pace the room. Gibbs was the only one who could lie on the bed and just wait. Even the food came out of a compartment in the wall, so they’d been sealed in completely.
So, the click of the door unlocking didn’t register with Tony right away. He didn’t react until Gibbs was on his feet, grabbing his shirt and slipping it on. He hadn’t even finished with the first button when the door slid open and O’Neill stood there.
Tony was still scrambling to pull the covers up, and O’Neill groaned. “You might want to consider not telling because I’m not asking,” O’Neill said.
“Funny enough, we’re civilians,” Tony shot back.
O’Neill cleared this throat. “About that…”
“What did you do?” Gibbs asked, his voice dangerously low. Tony’s brain clearly hadn’t fully engaged because it took him several seconds to fully realize what Gibbs was implying.
“I got you the best deal I could,” O’Neill said. “I’ve been on the radio with everyone up to the President himself, and I convinced them to all of your conditions.” O’Neill emphasized the word “convinced” just enough to make it clear that he’d had to apply a little pressure. “However, the President wanted to make sure we had clear authority to keep you-no claiming you were kidnapped, no NID trying to grab you, no scramble for a cover story if you went missing. The easiest way to do that was to reactivate your commission. Congratulations, you’re an official gunny again.”
For a second, Gibbs just stared at O’Neill, and then he started buttoning his shirt again. “Great.”
“That’s ‘Great, sir.’” O’Neill smirked. When Gibbs didn’t respond, the smile fell away. “It was the best deal I could get you, gunny.”
“I know, sir,” Gibbs said, “but if Samas is running the show, you are not going to get any salutes out of him. He’s pissed enough that he’s going to have a hard time keeping a civil tongue in his mouth.”
“Well, that might not be a problem.” O’Neill grimaced.
Gibbs froze. Slowly he lowered his hands to his sides even though his shirt was only half buttoned. It was a damn sexy look. The cold fury on Gibbs’ face was a little intimidating, though. “Colonel?”
“No one liked the idea of you being too close to the Stargate. They’re transferring you to Area 51 where we have a couple of engineers who are Carter-level good with goa’uld technology.”
“Area 51?”
“Yep. So, here’s the thing. McKay is a bit of an arrogant ass, so please try to avoid killing him. I mean, if you absolutely have to, we can cover for you. This is McKay we’re talking about, but it’s going to take a hell of a lot of paperwork. So the general rule with McKay is bruise, don’t break.”
Tony wrapped the sheet around his waist. “I’m not getting shut out,” he blurted. “I don’t care about the military ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ crap.”
O’Neill made a face. “We’ll tell the officers to knock before going in your rooms because this is a little less than discrete.” O’Neill carefully didn’t look at Tony who was naked as a jaybird with only the sheet around his waist.
“We have one set of clothing and no way to wash it except to use the shower,” Samas said. Tony was guessing that Gibbs was too pissed to deal with this. “Tony’s clothing is hanging in the washroom.”
“Stick to that story, uh huh.”
“It is the truth. If we were having sex, I would make sure to tell you in great detail.”
O’Neill narrowed his eyes. “You’re Samas.”
Samas tilted his head. “I am.”
“Well crap. Why aren’t you doing the voice thing? I like it better when I can tell you two apart.”
“You knew it was me or you would not have asked.”
“Yeah, but I don’t know when you switched. Look, we plan to tell the officers exactly who you are, so we’re going to have to figure out some sort of system where Samas wears a science uniform and Gibbs has the regular gunnery sergeant uniform. That should let people know which of you is which. And if anyone questions your relationship, you just tell them that Samas is sleeping with DiNozzo, and since Samas is an alien, clearly he isn’t in the US Armed Forces.”
“As for you…” O’Neill gave Tony a long look.
“He stays with me,” Samas growled.
“Hey, he’s all yours. I find him annoying, but maybe you like to be annoyed. However, when the folks back home did a little background check, they found something interesting.”
“I am not responsible for whatever my father has done,” Tony said firmly.
From the confusion on O’Neill’s face, that had not been the general direction the conversation had been taking. “Okay,” O’Neill said, drawing out the O. “You might want to talk to a therapist about your father issues. You’ll have a couple on-base.”
Tony clamped his teeth together and carefully didn’t cast aspersions on O’Neill’s parentage.
“But back to my point. A lot of goa’uld technology is reverse engineered from the Ancients, a pretty human-like race that was around a few million years ago. They liked to seed planets with mini-mes. A small percentage of humans have actual Ancient DNA, so clearly there were a few of those Ancients who liked to get kinky with the races they created.”
“And?” Gibbs demanded.
“And DiNozzo has the Ancient gene. It means that the scientists who are working with Ancient technology could really use his help activating devices for them to study. So, you get lightswitch duty.” O’Neill grinned.
“Lightswitch duty?” Tony was almost sure he was insulted. He was going from an investigator on one of the top teams in a federal agency to lightswitch duty.
O’Neill shrugged. “Danny ropes me into playing with his Ancient toys all the time since I’m one of the others with the gene. Lightswitch duty is a legitimate position for a civilian contractor.”
Gibbs took a step forward. “But that’s not your whole life. You have a job with meaning, and you would ask Tony to be nothing more than a lightswitch for scientists.”
“Samas, it’s okay,” Tony said softly. It would be. They could stay together and Tony would have Gibbs’ and Samas’ back. They’d need that on a military base full of people who hated the goa’uld and who couldn’t tell their onac from their igigi. Besides, Samas would be vulnerable when he was in the water, and if Gibbs had been officially reactivated, he wouldn’t be free to stand guard every time Samas went for a swim.
“You are a trained federal agent.”
Tony smiled. “With a talent for fitting in everywhere I go. It doesn’t matter if I’m with an art thief or infiltrating a mob-owned business, you know me boss, I find a way to worm my way into some cushy job. A base full of military people can’t be any harder to infiltrate.”
Samas stared at him.
“I’m not going back to NCIS. If I did, I would have to break in a new boss and find a way to fit in with a new team, and honestly, you’re the only person I ever really clicked with at NCIS. Tim tolerates me, Kate thought I was an overgrown child, Vivian had dreams murdering me in my sleep-dreams she often shared with me in vivid detail, and Ziva is pretty sure I’m a man-child who can’t be trusted around weapons. Can you really see me happy at NCIS without you?”
“Fornell would take you on his team,” Samas said.
“Great. Then I could be Sacks’ probie. I try to avoid working with people who attempt to convict me of a murder I didn’t commit. I’ll pass.”
O’Neill cleared his throat. “Why do I suddenly suspect your official file might not have as many details as I might want? And here I thought the plague was the worst of your troubles.”
“Not even,” Tony said with a snort. “I sort of attract trouble.”
“To say the least,” Samas agreed. “I often despair at your ability to find trouble.”
O’Neill made a face. “Look, just remember that these Ancient devices actually have a mental control system. If you’re secretly suicidal, you’re pretty damn likely to blow the whole base to hell and back.”
Tony’s mouth fell open. “What? No. Why would you even think that?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” O’Neill looked at him oddly. “So, speaking of your job, I’m going to need you to go back to NCIS and tell your coworkers that Gibbs has been reactivated because of a situation.”
“They’re still looking?” Samas looked surprised.
“Of course they are, boss. They’re not going to give up.” Tony rolled his eyes.
“Actually,” O’Neill said, “David and McGee both obeyed the order to stand down. It’s your forensics tech you need to get to back off. She’s been battering at our computer firewalls, and if she gets access to classified data, I’m going to feel back when I have to order someone to arrest her.”
Tony knee walked to the end of the bed. “You are not arresting Abby.”
“Then get her to understand that she has to back off.”
Tony looked at Gibbs. He was the only person who had ever convinced Abby to do anything.
“Forget it,” O’Neill said firmly. “Samas doesn’t leave Area 51. You will have Captain Lorne as backup.”
“Backup or a guard?” Tony asked.
O’Neill shrugged. “A bit of both. NID loves getting their claws into anyone with the gene, so if you’re on Earth, you’re now officially a target. However, Lorne will also be making sure you aren’t going off the reservation.”
“Goodie.” Tony sank back down onto the bed.
With a sigh, O’Neill leaned against the side of the door. “Look, I don’t like feeling like the bad guy here, and I honestly am trying to get you the best deal I can. Play nice, and I will try to move you into areas that you might find more interesting. I happen to think you two are good guys, even if I question your tactics. So give me some time to work on this from my end.”
“Tony,” Samas said, “this is the only way to strike back against the goa’uld. Someone must distract them while Kali works, or you know the consequences.”
Samas’ children would die, not that Tony planned to tell anyone from Earth that. But it was true. Tony’s onac and Tony’s onac’s kids would die. And yeah, Tony knew that he probably shouldn’t feel so attached to them-hell, O’Neill had shot his onac-but still, Tony could feel that hard knot in his stomach at the thought of it. The SGC would never know about those children of Tony’s, of O’Neill’s and Daniel’s and Carter’s, but they would be out there, joining with hosts and exploring the world. But if the goa’uld destroyed the planet, then all those lives would be lost.
“Tell me that what we do at Area 51 will help you take out those bastards,” Tony asked O’Neill.
O’Neill looked right at him. “The work out of Area 51 has a better chance of saving the world than I do,” he said seriously. “The right piece of technology can turn the war. I’m just a soldier holding my own on the front.”
“I doubt you’re just that,” Samas said, “but if you need help with technology, I will do my best to make sure your people have everything they need. Gibbs would accept no less. He truly would die for your country or your world. And while I will not die for your country, I am more than willing to help your world destroy the goa’uld.”
O’Neill nodded. “I still wish you would have kept your snaky self out of his head.”
Samas smiled. “But then we never would have met. Gibbs was dying. I gave him his life back and in return, he promised that if there were ever a way to strike back against the beings who destroyed my people, he would take whatever risk he needed to give me that chance.”
For a long time, O’Neill really studied Samas. “And in keeping his word, he gave up his life. I’m not sure the gunny deserved that.”
After that, Samas’ smile wasn’t so kind. “None of us have gotten what we deserve. As long as we’re alive to protect our own and strike our enemies, life owes us nothing else.”
O’Neill nodded. “At least you don’t pretend to be someone you aren’t.”
“I never have. It’s why Ra tried so hard to kill me.”
O’Neill didn’t answer. Turning, he left and the door closed behind him.
“Well that went well,” Tony said softly.
Samas walked over to the bed and rested his hand on Tony’s shoulder. “It went considerable better than I expected. We will have a chance to help your people strike back at the goa’uld, and we will be together.”
“We’re alive, we’re together, and we’re still striking back at the enemy. I guess from an onac point of view, life is good.”
Samas looked at him sadly. “It is. What does it look like from a human point of view?”
Tony wasn’t fooled. Gibbs could have given that answer, so for Samas to have asked it, he was more interested in Tony’s reaction than any general human response. “I think it’s a hell of a lot better than any alternative I could have come up with,” Tony said. He smiled up. Samas moved his hand until he ran his thumb over Tony’s lips. As long as he got to stay with Gibbs and Samas, Tony had what he needed.
Fandom: NCIS, Stargate SG1
Characters: Gibbs, Tony, Jack
Rating: TEEN (Gibbs/Tony)
Summary: Tony had never heard of goa'uld or tok'ra or igigi, and he sure as hell didn't know Gibbs had a passenger riding around in his head, but if Gibbs thinks one little alien parasite is going to make him go running, he has another thought coming. He's Gibbs' second, and that means he doesn't give up on his boss.
Ya know, just go read the old chapters on AO3 because coming up with links for every chapter is getting old.
--26--
A week in the same room, and Tony was ready to climb the walls. Not even sex could keep him happy. Samas was showing up more, and he was just as quick to pace the room. Gibbs was the only one who could lie on the bed and just wait. Even the food came out of a compartment in the wall, so they’d been sealed in completely.
So, the click of the door unlocking didn’t register with Tony right away. He didn’t react until Gibbs was on his feet, grabbing his shirt and slipping it on. He hadn’t even finished with the first button when the door slid open and O’Neill stood there.
Tony was still scrambling to pull the covers up, and O’Neill groaned. “You might want to consider not telling because I’m not asking,” O’Neill said.
“Funny enough, we’re civilians,” Tony shot back.
O’Neill cleared this throat. “About that…”
“What did you do?” Gibbs asked, his voice dangerously low. Tony’s brain clearly hadn’t fully engaged because it took him several seconds to fully realize what Gibbs was implying.
“I got you the best deal I could,” O’Neill said. “I’ve been on the radio with everyone up to the President himself, and I convinced them to all of your conditions.” O’Neill emphasized the word “convinced” just enough to make it clear that he’d had to apply a little pressure. “However, the President wanted to make sure we had clear authority to keep you-no claiming you were kidnapped, no NID trying to grab you, no scramble for a cover story if you went missing. The easiest way to do that was to reactivate your commission. Congratulations, you’re an official gunny again.”
For a second, Gibbs just stared at O’Neill, and then he started buttoning his shirt again. “Great.”
“That’s ‘Great, sir.’” O’Neill smirked. When Gibbs didn’t respond, the smile fell away. “It was the best deal I could get you, gunny.”
“I know, sir,” Gibbs said, “but if Samas is running the show, you are not going to get any salutes out of him. He’s pissed enough that he’s going to have a hard time keeping a civil tongue in his mouth.”
“Well, that might not be a problem.” O’Neill grimaced.
Gibbs froze. Slowly he lowered his hands to his sides even though his shirt was only half buttoned. It was a damn sexy look. The cold fury on Gibbs’ face was a little intimidating, though. “Colonel?”
“No one liked the idea of you being too close to the Stargate. They’re transferring you to Area 51 where we have a couple of engineers who are Carter-level good with goa’uld technology.”
“Area 51?”
“Yep. So, here’s the thing. McKay is a bit of an arrogant ass, so please try to avoid killing him. I mean, if you absolutely have to, we can cover for you. This is McKay we’re talking about, but it’s going to take a hell of a lot of paperwork. So the general rule with McKay is bruise, don’t break.”
Tony wrapped the sheet around his waist. “I’m not getting shut out,” he blurted. “I don’t care about the military ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ crap.”
O’Neill made a face. “We’ll tell the officers to knock before going in your rooms because this is a little less than discrete.” O’Neill carefully didn’t look at Tony who was naked as a jaybird with only the sheet around his waist.
“We have one set of clothing and no way to wash it except to use the shower,” Samas said. Tony was guessing that Gibbs was too pissed to deal with this. “Tony’s clothing is hanging in the washroom.”
“Stick to that story, uh huh.”
“It is the truth. If we were having sex, I would make sure to tell you in great detail.”
O’Neill narrowed his eyes. “You’re Samas.”
Samas tilted his head. “I am.”
“Well crap. Why aren’t you doing the voice thing? I like it better when I can tell you two apart.”
“You knew it was me or you would not have asked.”
“Yeah, but I don’t know when you switched. Look, we plan to tell the officers exactly who you are, so we’re going to have to figure out some sort of system where Samas wears a science uniform and Gibbs has the regular gunnery sergeant uniform. That should let people know which of you is which. And if anyone questions your relationship, you just tell them that Samas is sleeping with DiNozzo, and since Samas is an alien, clearly he isn’t in the US Armed Forces.”
“As for you…” O’Neill gave Tony a long look.
“He stays with me,” Samas growled.
“Hey, he’s all yours. I find him annoying, but maybe you like to be annoyed. However, when the folks back home did a little background check, they found something interesting.”
“I am not responsible for whatever my father has done,” Tony said firmly.
From the confusion on O’Neill’s face, that had not been the general direction the conversation had been taking. “Okay,” O’Neill said, drawing out the O. “You might want to talk to a therapist about your father issues. You’ll have a couple on-base.”
Tony clamped his teeth together and carefully didn’t cast aspersions on O’Neill’s parentage.
“But back to my point. A lot of goa’uld technology is reverse engineered from the Ancients, a pretty human-like race that was around a few million years ago. They liked to seed planets with mini-mes. A small percentage of humans have actual Ancient DNA, so clearly there were a few of those Ancients who liked to get kinky with the races they created.”
“And?” Gibbs demanded.
“And DiNozzo has the Ancient gene. It means that the scientists who are working with Ancient technology could really use his help activating devices for them to study. So, you get lightswitch duty.” O’Neill grinned.
“Lightswitch duty?” Tony was almost sure he was insulted. He was going from an investigator on one of the top teams in a federal agency to lightswitch duty.
O’Neill shrugged. “Danny ropes me into playing with his Ancient toys all the time since I’m one of the others with the gene. Lightswitch duty is a legitimate position for a civilian contractor.”
Gibbs took a step forward. “But that’s not your whole life. You have a job with meaning, and you would ask Tony to be nothing more than a lightswitch for scientists.”
“Samas, it’s okay,” Tony said softly. It would be. They could stay together and Tony would have Gibbs’ and Samas’ back. They’d need that on a military base full of people who hated the goa’uld and who couldn’t tell their onac from their igigi. Besides, Samas would be vulnerable when he was in the water, and if Gibbs had been officially reactivated, he wouldn’t be free to stand guard every time Samas went for a swim.
“You are a trained federal agent.”
Tony smiled. “With a talent for fitting in everywhere I go. It doesn’t matter if I’m with an art thief or infiltrating a mob-owned business, you know me boss, I find a way to worm my way into some cushy job. A base full of military people can’t be any harder to infiltrate.”
Samas stared at him.
“I’m not going back to NCIS. If I did, I would have to break in a new boss and find a way to fit in with a new team, and honestly, you’re the only person I ever really clicked with at NCIS. Tim tolerates me, Kate thought I was an overgrown child, Vivian had dreams murdering me in my sleep-dreams she often shared with me in vivid detail, and Ziva is pretty sure I’m a man-child who can’t be trusted around weapons. Can you really see me happy at NCIS without you?”
“Fornell would take you on his team,” Samas said.
“Great. Then I could be Sacks’ probie. I try to avoid working with people who attempt to convict me of a murder I didn’t commit. I’ll pass.”
O’Neill cleared his throat. “Why do I suddenly suspect your official file might not have as many details as I might want? And here I thought the plague was the worst of your troubles.”
“Not even,” Tony said with a snort. “I sort of attract trouble.”
“To say the least,” Samas agreed. “I often despair at your ability to find trouble.”
O’Neill made a face. “Look, just remember that these Ancient devices actually have a mental control system. If you’re secretly suicidal, you’re pretty damn likely to blow the whole base to hell and back.”
Tony’s mouth fell open. “What? No. Why would you even think that?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” O’Neill looked at him oddly. “So, speaking of your job, I’m going to need you to go back to NCIS and tell your coworkers that Gibbs has been reactivated because of a situation.”
“They’re still looking?” Samas looked surprised.
“Of course they are, boss. They’re not going to give up.” Tony rolled his eyes.
“Actually,” O’Neill said, “David and McGee both obeyed the order to stand down. It’s your forensics tech you need to get to back off. She’s been battering at our computer firewalls, and if she gets access to classified data, I’m going to feel back when I have to order someone to arrest her.”
Tony knee walked to the end of the bed. “You are not arresting Abby.”
“Then get her to understand that she has to back off.”
Tony looked at Gibbs. He was the only person who had ever convinced Abby to do anything.
“Forget it,” O’Neill said firmly. “Samas doesn’t leave Area 51. You will have Captain Lorne as backup.”
“Backup or a guard?” Tony asked.
O’Neill shrugged. “A bit of both. NID loves getting their claws into anyone with the gene, so if you’re on Earth, you’re now officially a target. However, Lorne will also be making sure you aren’t going off the reservation.”
“Goodie.” Tony sank back down onto the bed.
With a sigh, O’Neill leaned against the side of the door. “Look, I don’t like feeling like the bad guy here, and I honestly am trying to get you the best deal I can. Play nice, and I will try to move you into areas that you might find more interesting. I happen to think you two are good guys, even if I question your tactics. So give me some time to work on this from my end.”
“Tony,” Samas said, “this is the only way to strike back against the goa’uld. Someone must distract them while Kali works, or you know the consequences.”
Samas’ children would die, not that Tony planned to tell anyone from Earth that. But it was true. Tony’s onac and Tony’s onac’s kids would die. And yeah, Tony knew that he probably shouldn’t feel so attached to them-hell, O’Neill had shot his onac-but still, Tony could feel that hard knot in his stomach at the thought of it. The SGC would never know about those children of Tony’s, of O’Neill’s and Daniel’s and Carter’s, but they would be out there, joining with hosts and exploring the world. But if the goa’uld destroyed the planet, then all those lives would be lost.
“Tell me that what we do at Area 51 will help you take out those bastards,” Tony asked O’Neill.
O’Neill looked right at him. “The work out of Area 51 has a better chance of saving the world than I do,” he said seriously. “The right piece of technology can turn the war. I’m just a soldier holding my own on the front.”
“I doubt you’re just that,” Samas said, “but if you need help with technology, I will do my best to make sure your people have everything they need. Gibbs would accept no less. He truly would die for your country or your world. And while I will not die for your country, I am more than willing to help your world destroy the goa’uld.”
O’Neill nodded. “I still wish you would have kept your snaky self out of his head.”
Samas smiled. “But then we never would have met. Gibbs was dying. I gave him his life back and in return, he promised that if there were ever a way to strike back against the beings who destroyed my people, he would take whatever risk he needed to give me that chance.”
For a long time, O’Neill really studied Samas. “And in keeping his word, he gave up his life. I’m not sure the gunny deserved that.”
After that, Samas’ smile wasn’t so kind. “None of us have gotten what we deserve. As long as we’re alive to protect our own and strike our enemies, life owes us nothing else.”
O’Neill nodded. “At least you don’t pretend to be someone you aren’t.”
“I never have. It’s why Ra tried so hard to kill me.”
O’Neill didn’t answer. Turning, he left and the door closed behind him.
“Well that went well,” Tony said softly.
Samas walked over to the bed and rested his hand on Tony’s shoulder. “It went considerable better than I expected. We will have a chance to help your people strike back at the goa’uld, and we will be together.”
“We’re alive, we’re together, and we’re still striking back at the enemy. I guess from an onac point of view, life is good.”
Samas looked at him sadly. “It is. What does it look like from a human point of view?”
Tony wasn’t fooled. Gibbs could have given that answer, so for Samas to have asked it, he was more interested in Tony’s reaction than any general human response. “I think it’s a hell of a lot better than any alternative I could have come up with,” Tony said. He smiled up. Samas moved his hand until he ran his thumb over Tony’s lips. As long as he got to stay with Gibbs and Samas, Tony had what he needed.